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A Poem by Indunil Madhusankha "The Nest of Love"

Baby birds/The Nest of Love

The Nest of Love

The giant mango tree on the rear lawn

towers above the window in my room upstairs

Beneath its canopy, laid on a limb, there is the bird nest

A small family – the mother, father and the son

In the evenings, when the sky turns primrose

with the golden moon peering above the distant hills

I hear some tweeting sounds coming from the nest

Then I rush towards the window

I see the tiny bill – wide open, rising above the nest wall

saying a thousand little things to its mother

who pats the baby head with her soft slender neck

In a while, the father’s shadow emerges from the distance

with some wild berries clipped between the mandibles

fluttering his wings more hastily seeing home

As he lands on the nest, the mother welcomes him

tenderly kissing his sturdy neck

Then both start cuddling their son

They chop the berries with their beaks

and feed the baby with the bits

who gulps them down

while relishing the very warmth.

Oh, I am so happy that I have been

lucky enough to witness this nest of love!

Previously published in Leaves of ink

Indunil Madhusankha

Indunil Madhusankha is currently an undergraduate reading for a BSc Special Degree in Mathematics at the Faculty of Science of the University of Colombo. Even though he is academically involved with the subjects of Mathematics and Statistics, he also pursues a successful career in the field of English language and literature as a budding young researcher, reviewer, poet and content writer. Basically, he explores the miscellaneous complications of the human existence through his poetry by focussing on the burning issues in the contemporary society. Moreover, Indunil’s works have been featured in many international anthologies, magazines and journals.

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